today I traded a half a tank of gas
to stand in a new place and new light
to see more clearly just by turning the knob
the choreographed flight of birds
dancing to the declarations of the elk
while hearts and dragons flutter
to over rehearsed words
left unspoken
while unspoken words
fill the silence
the sun drifts into the hills
on a warm and chili night
as a heart filled with joy
Even with the price of gas these days
it was worth it.
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